It turns out that the system's skill upgrade requirents have hidden conditions. Jack had always been curious why his Bed skills remained at the beginner level, even though he had practiced diligently and his two teachers had been very cooperative.
However, just now, his skill upgraded from beginner to proficient. Could it be that so skill upgrade conditions include not only proficiency but also the number of people he did with?
Pulling his wandering thoughts back, Jack got out of bed, tucked Hannah, who was still fast asleep, into the covers, and took a shower.
He made breakfast in the kitchen, ate his own portion, and glanced at the ti. It wasn't even 7 a.m. yet. Judging that the little sweetheart wouldn't get up before noon, he left a note next to the breakfast and went to work.
....
"You seem to be in a good mood today? What, have you been having a good ti with Hannah these past few days?" During his routine patrol, Lucy, bored in the passenger seat, began to subtly try to gossip about sothing.
Jack glanced at her sideways and readily admitted, "Yeah, I'm having a great ti. Have you decided on the branch you're transferring to?"
Lucy glared at him, annoyed that he'd brought up such a sensitive topic. It was strange, really; all the LAPD branches that were always short-staffed suddenly seed to be full, and the closest one that needed more officers was a tiny branch with fewer than twenty officers.
If she transferred there, she and Tim would practically only see each other on weekends, sothing the two deeply in love couldn't accept.
"I need to pull over. There's sothing up ahead."
Jack saw several familiar figures disappear into an alley around the street corner and slowly pulled over.
"What's wrong?" Lucy asked, puzzled.
"Saw so old acquaintances, going over to say hello." Jack gave a strange smile.
They were indeed old acquaintances — a few hooded gangsters who used to hang out in the lower South Side; he wondered why they'd ended up in Wilshire.
The day before Jack officially entered the police academy, he had been bullied by these guys. During that ti, he was worried about having a criminal record and not being able to beco a policeman, so he would avoid these punks whenever he saw them.
Of course, with his weak physique back then, even Hannah could easily overpower him. Sotis, he couldn't avoid being caught and could only crouch down with his hands on his head in defense, always having to pay so change to avoid taking a few punches.
After becoming an LAPD officer, Jack hadn't forgotten this grudge, but going to pick a fight with them in another district would only get him into trouble. Besides, his skills gradually improved, his future was bright, and he was dealing with respectable people, so his perspective had naturally changed.
But since fate had arranged for him to encounter these guys before he was about to leave the LAPD, he had to settle his score.
Seeing Jack stop the police car and start taking off his uniform inside, Lucy looked a little nervous, but her eyes were wide open, staring at him without blinking.
"What are you doing?"
"Those three gangsters used to hang out around my neighborhood. I ran into them this ti. Cover for ; I need to go undercover temporarily."
As he spoke, Jack removed his police uniform and loose police equipnt, revealing a T-shirt underneath. He casually tugged at the shirt, making it even looser and concealing his badge.
He then removed his holster, handing it, along with the heavy FK7.5mm pistol, to Lucy for safekeeping. He also pulled out his Glock pistol, tucked it behind his waist, and, head down, disappeared into the alley.
Lucy nervously followed behind him, peeking slightly into the alley at the entrance to observe the activity.
Jack entered the alley and walked briskly, pretending not to see anything, until he was less than two or three ters away from the three n, who were seemingly engaged in so shady activity, when he suddenly stopped, as if realizing sothing was amiss.
A blond man with a rooster-like comb and a tuft of red hair was the first to spot Jack. Seeing Jack looking at the three of them with a terrified expression, the blond man was a little stunned, as if he thought the person in front of him looked familiar.
"Hey boss, isn't that the kid who used to run the supermarket on the street?"
The number one henchman next to the blond guy clearly had a good mory, recognizing him imdiately.
The number two henchman, a curly-haired black man, disgustingly licked his lips, chuckled, pulled a butterfly knife from his pocket, and, brandishing it, walked with the number one henchman to Jack's sides, surrounding him.
"Jack, right? Long ti no see. I heard you sold that little supermarket and ran away. Looks like you're doing well now?"
After the number one henchman reminded him, the blond guy finally rembered who the other was, pulled a knife from his waistband, and walked up to him with a cold smile.
Seeing that the three were close enough, Jack stopped pretending, looked up with a sinister grin, and suddenly lunged forward, smashing the number two henchman's nose flat with a hamr blow.
The number two henchman scread and fell to the ground. Before the number one henchman could react, he was kicked in the chest and sent flying, slamming against the wall and slowly sliding to the ground.
In the blink of an eye, the blond-haired man saw his two henchn lying on the ground. One was still groaning, while the other had been kicked unconscious, leaning against the wall with his head lolling to the side as if dead.
"You've learned how to fight, huh?"
The blond-haired man's hands trembled like an 80-year-old's, his legs and neck cramping. He dared not run, pointing his knife at Jack and waving it wildly.
Jack remained expressionless, taking a few steps forward, then suddenly let out a strange cry while assuming a fighting stance.
The blond-haired man shuddered in fright, almost dropping his knife.
Then, in the next second after he blinked, Jack executed a beautiful side kick, sending the knife flying from his hand.
"Help! I'm sorry, please spare ."
The blond-haired man's knees buckled, and he was about to kneel on the ground, but Jack grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up.
"Damn it, if apologies were enough, what would we need the police for?"
With that, he unleashed a series of brutal punches, all aid at the face. Although Jack was holding back, worried about killing him, after a few blows, the blond-haired man's mouth and eyes were crooked, and blood stread from his nose.
Phew!
Having achieved his goal, Jack let out a long sigh, then slamd the blond-haired man down, headfirst, and grabbed his legs, giving him a good shake.
Lucy, worried that Jack might cause more trouble, had already arrived, picking up a pile of ssy bags from the ground. Inside were small pills, leaves, all sorts of things, even a small packet of white powder.
Glaring at Jack, who was still smiling at her, Lucy radioed the command center to send backup.
While Jack was venting his anger, he was still quite restrained. The three n looked battered, but at most they only had minor injuries. No need to call an ambulance; they could just be taken to the police station. Street thugs couldn't afford lawyers, so there was no need to worry about trouble.
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